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A Poetic Farewell to Medium.
The Promising Snowfield.
Climbing the Soul with the Body.
“You have high sensuality and high intellect. And you embody warmth. But this is not allowed.”
A colleague, a psychiatrist at the clinic where I teach Yoga Therapy once told me this as we waited for a client. His words struck me deeply. He was right. It was never allowed — by the spaces I lived in or by the people I encountered. Sensuality and intellect together? That was forbidden, even threatening — something to be hidden, muted, denied.
Yet I exist in both realms.
I learned this truth painfully, over years of trying to express my fullness in a world that demanded I choose. In academia, my sensuality was a threat. In love, my intellect.
A rare few glimpsed my totality — but could not hold it.
In my yoga classes, I found traces of a space where these two aspects could coexist. But somewhere in the shadows, I found — for the first time in my life — a space where they didn’t just coexist but fully unfolded. They bloomed into my poetic writing, which paradoxically stems from a story of abuse and chaos.
Then, last summer, something unexpected happened.
